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09-07-2017, 08:38 AM
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Feel free to make suggestions for the direction of the story. You guys are my Muses. I liked Jimjam's idea of the tree being a druid in disguise so much that I worked it into the story.
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09-07-2017, 08:39 AM
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09-07-2017, 09:19 AM
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Well...
The elven lass was heart-crushed when you left for Qeynos and she did indeed found relief in Kelethin in the arms of a blond High Elf Pally doing service killing Orcs in GF. However, he spent too much time wasting his money on drinks in the taverns. So one night, as the lass was taking her Elf back to their hut in the trees, the drunk Pally swung her down the platform to the ground. She was badly hurt. And though he had plats to get Cleric's help to heal her, she couldn't recover from her wounds. But it's not the body that was hurt but her heart. So, one day, she went on a journey to get to Erudin to seek advice from the wise. A long a tiring journey thru Faydwer and a long boat trip, so tiresome that she had to stop in Freeport to rest...
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09-07-2017, 10:04 AM
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09-07-2017, 07:11 PM
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Chapter 3
I was in a snockered state and had been that way for quite a while. I was leaning back in an old, wooden chair with my feet propped up on the splintery, wooden table in front of me. Most barkeeps would have had a problem with that but not Crow. You could do ANYTHING in Crow's Pub & Casino...provided the money kept flowing.
My hair was greasy and matted and my face was covered in several days worth of stubble. I reeked strongly of body odor and urine. I'm pretty sure at some point during my drunken bender I had pissed myself. Probably repeatedly. Most barkeeps would have thrown a person in my state out long ago but not Crow. As I believe I just mentioned, you could literally do ANYTHING in Crow's Pub & Casino as long as you have the money and are willing to spend it. "Crows. Playing cards. That makes no sense." I thought again for what must have been the hundredth time since arriving in Qeynos a week before. The painting on the wall was quite legendary so I, of course, had positioned my chair where I could see it. It had been over a week since the Sister Isle yet my mind still reeled with the details that had been revealed to me there. My first sexual encounter had occurred under the swaying fronds of an old halfling druid disguised as a palm tree. After violently vomiting up everything I had ever eaten in my entire life (that's what it felt like), I grabbed my Selo's Drums of the March and played them like I was beating the devil out of them. Mist appeared around me as I was lifted into the air by my music. The invisibility component of my song kicked in and I faded from the old man's view. "Wait!" He called out, suddenly appearing alarmed. "I need to speak with you!" "Hell no", I thought as I raced out over the waves. I could feel the spray of the waves on my exposed face as I ran. Normally, I would close my eyes and bask in that feeling while I ran but that day all I could think about was getting away. Getting away and forgetting what I had just learned. Success! Ahead of me I could see a brown vessel throwing up wake as it traversed the waves. It was the boat and it was heading west towards my home city of Freeport. More importantly, in the hold of the boat was booze!!! Lots and lots of booze! I raced up a rocky protuberance on an island near the boat to increase my altitude and then soared over the prow of the boat to land gently on the deck. I stopped playing my song and put away my drum. My sudden appearance on the deck caused no alarm because as I suspected, the boat was empty of other players. The server had been around for many years and there were many, many druids and wizards around to get people places faster than this boat ever could. And I had no problem with that. More booze for me! Yay! I dashed mechanically and unseeing across the deck for the stairs that lead down to the hold. CRASH! "Oweeee!" I exclaimed as I inspected my bloody nose looking for a fracture. I had run into a wall. "Damn you, Devs!" I shouted to the heavens, hoping that Nilbog, Rogean, Haynar or any of their pals could hear me. "When are we getting the stinking original boats back?!?!?!" I, of course, didn't get an answer and was forced to wait on the deck of that non-Classic boat (with no booze I should mention) until the stupid thing zoned into East Freeport. The sound of seagulls was deafening. Their cacophany was irritating but being under the gray and white birds when they flew by was worse. Way worse. I considered grabbing some booze at the local pubs. Freeport is my home, after all. I am reasonably well liked around town. Except for in West Freeport. That section of the city is just strange. I decided on a whim to leave. I had this silly idea that if I ran fast enough, I could leave the memory of the old Druid's revelation behind. I pulled my drum from my bag and and away I went. Like a ghost, I wound my way through the narrow streets and expansive squares of Freeport. As I entered the commonlands, I saw players offering to buy this and others offering to sell that. "Oh..." I thought for a moment. "Is that guy selling an Edge of the Nightwalker?" I've been considering buying one for my offhand. I stopped to consider. I heard an animal's feet approaching me from behind and then a howl. A druid in wolf form ran past me on her way to join the excitement in the tunnel. "Druids..." My tormented mind thought and I resumed my running. Night was falling as I approached the Kithicor Forest and although all of Norrath was shrouded in the halflight of dusk, this forest was already covered in darkness. As I raced through the forest, the undead who haunt these trees at night launched an attack at me and found themselves left far behind as I raced right past them. Heathcliff don't play that! I won't bore you with the details of the rest of the trip but needless to say, I eventually found myself in Qeynos. My feet were aching and I was out of breath. I was hot and sweaty. Villagers asked me if they could show me to an inn. I just shrugged them off and made my way here. To Crow's. I heard a man distinctly clear his throat in front of me. I looked up and saw nobody. I thought that was peculiar but probably no more peculiar than some of the other things I thought I had seen in my inebriated state. "You can be a hard one to find." Said the last voice in the world that I wanted to hear. The old druid appeared in front of me, obviously dropping his invisibility. He may have been a short man but he was almost blocking my view of the painting. "Crows. Playing cards. That makes no sense." I thought again. "I said". The old druid repeated, "You can be a hard one to find". "That's not what your wife told me last night", I responded sarcastically. A moment later, I passed out in a drunken stupor.
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09-08-2017, 07:38 AM
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Hmm... 3rd chapter left me puzzled, no new info. Felt like it missed the mark I must say, but keep at it. Love me some RP stories of Norrath.
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09-08-2017, 07:45 AM
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